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Antimo Parolise, maker of Il | Antimo Parolise, maker of Il Ciocco pipes sent the follow: | ||
[[File:Mimmo.jpg|thumb|left|Antimo (Mimmo) Parolise]][[File:FB_IMG_1570469243143.jpg|thumb]][[File:FB_IMG_1570469861277.jpg|thumb]]My name is Antimo Parolise, for many friends I am known as Mimmo, born in 1963 and I live in Pescara, | [[File:Mimmo.jpg|thumb|left|Antimo (Mimmo) Parolise]][[File:FB_IMG_1570469243143.jpg|thumb]][[File:FB_IMG_1570469861277.jpg|thumb]]My name is Antimo Parolise, for many friends I am known as Mimmo, born in 1963 and I live in Pescara, Italy,, from where, in a few minutes by car, you can admire enchanting places. The pine forest of Annunziana with its perfumes, the Adriatic sea and its Marina, the coast with its Trabocchi and the heavenly Majella are just some goodies that this city offers and that make it an enchanting place. | ||
Italy,, from where, in a few minutes by car, you can admire enchanting places. The pine forest of Annunziana with its perfumes, the Adriatic sea and its Marina, the coast with its Trabocchi and the heavenly Majella are just some goodies that this city offers and that make it an enchanting place. | |||
My passion for the pipe was born unconsciously one night when an unstoppable and strange desire to buy one was added to me, the emotion was such that it made me sleepless. The next day, early, I went to my trusted dealer, with the adrenaline skyrocketing and fasting from every notion of smoking pipes, I bought my first pipe. When he returned home and, looking at it and looking at it, a visceral relationship with the object unexplainably, not limited only to the gesture of smoking it but also to the desire to achieve it. | My passion for the pipe was born unconsciously one night when an unstoppable and strange desire to buy one was added to me, the emotion was such that it made me sleepless. The next day, early, I went to my trusted dealer, with the adrenaline skyrocketing and fasting from every notion of smoking pipes, I bought my first pipe. When he returned home and, looking at it and looking at it, a visceral relationship with the object unexplainably, not limited only to the gesture of smoking it but also to the desire to achieve it. | ||